𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then th...
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SIENA NEVER IMAGINED out of all the members of the ton and the greater amount of people that exist beyond it, she would fall— and so, so hard— for a woman. To this day, fully accepting of the fact that she wants to marry Eloise Bridgerton even if it is a sin, she still remains unsure whether she truly has an interest in women or if it is simply her. After the gathering at Mr. Granville's house, with those girls touching her and acting up for her, she started to question what her preference are and if they are even what she thought them to be. She has never been as in love with any human being as she is with Eloise, so perhaps she is not into women as a whole, or men as a whole, and simply, utterly devoted to her.
These things cross her mind especially when reading under the willow tree in her garden. In the solitude of the golden afternoon sun, the shade of the ruffling leaves encasing her and the gentle gusts of wind that occasionally blow her hair onto the pages of her novel. With the book 'The Female Husband', with all of the main character's love interest and experiences, and Siena is just a pair of virgin eyes reading through the words and questioning who she is and what it is she wants.
Perhaps it is foolish to make the most of her moment alone eating up her brain with these questions and doubts. For once, her grandparents did not demolish her for not wanting to promenade with the whole family— if anything, they accepted it because they 'preferred she cared for her manners in private rather than in the face of the ton'. So, here she is, sitting underneath her tree, reading the book propped against her bent legs and leaning her back against the trunk. Her moment of tranquility spent spiraling.
"A caller for Miss DeLuca?" Siena swivels around with a small gasp, only slumping in relief when she sees Eloise approaching her, "I am only jesting, only jesting..."
Siena rolls her eyes, drinking her figure up before replying, "You have come to call on me?" She asks, pulling at the ends of the tapestry underneath her so that the Bridgerton can sit.
"Yes, I have," Eloise replies before plopping down beside her, leaning her chest against her bent knees and looking at her, "What are you reading?"
The brunette grabs the book and flips it onto her hand so that she can see the cover, "Augustus gifted it to me. It is... very intimate." She smirks.
Eloise takes the book from her hands to inspect it, her fingers brushing against Siena's, which makes her lightly blush, "The female husband... that is a peculiar name." She smirks, and Siena's lips fall ajar at how stunning she looks.
"It is a peculiar book overall..." She shrugs, absentmindedly looking down at the cover, feeling Eloise's eyes on her.
"I paid a visit to Cressida before coming here," at the mention, Siena lifts her eyes again, eager to know where the conversation is headed, "It was quite eye-opening, you see..." the chestnut-haired looks sincerely saddened, so the brunette scoots closer until their knees brush, "Her parents are evil, extremely evil."
